... in which I kill time by the hour ...

Aug 3, 2016

Poetry: "Chrysalis"

A poem inspired very loosely by a person I met.


You watch her chip away
Piece by piece, bit by bit
At the frigid walls erected
Around your wounded heart

You listen as she whispers
With patience infinite
For you to let her in
To your shattered heart

You feel it when her soul
Reaches and embraces
Washing like tender waves
Over your exhausted heart

And you await her surrender
Because she came too late
Too late to crack the chrysalis 
Protecting your broken heart

Space Cadet adventures

I want to come back to blogging. I'm sure I have many a pointless issue to rant about, but for now let me put a life lesson here:

Don't be a space cadet.

I was born a space cadet. Ask my dad and he will tell you a thousand tales of how I space out while he's giving me a ride to here and there, and the many realities that pass me by without my noticing because my head owns permanent residency in the clouds and I like it that way.

But don't be the space cadet that forgets to add the egg to her brownie dough because she was too distracted talking to her mother, because an incomplete brownie is a sad brownie.

Also don't be the space cadet that doesn't notice the blatant I-have-gone-bad-don't-eat-me smell her red rice is giving off and chows down an entire plate of rotting rice and still doesn't notice even when the nausea hits.

Because I, being the innate space cadet that I am, did both of that in the space of three hours or less today and it was not nice.

Space cadets, I stand in solidarity with you all. I know what it is like to have your thoughts and fantasies always ruling your mind, which is just lovely. Until it's not. So, be careful. It doesn't hurt to be a little more aware of the world around us, fugly though it can be sometimes.